All Orion really wanted in the world was someone to help him figure it all out. His family, Baba Violetta, and his cousins, they knew as much as witches might know, but there were large holes of information. At times, Orion felt in a gilded cage where he was watched over, taken care of, and left utterly alone.
"As far as I know, it is literal." His brows furrowed in self-reflection. "I heal myself with flame, but I once made one of our horses come back from near death by my tears hitting it. I don't really allow people to bottle them or whatever. That creeps me out, but-" He shrugged again. "Others being injured, well, those situations are intense."